March 17, 2006...
You know, this was the day I was supposed to be born on way back in the year of 1978 and I kind of always wished that I was, but I was 2 days late, so I always think of this as my "quasi" birthday, plus, I am Irish, so it really works out quite nicely!
I'm starting this blog today, March 17th - Two profound things have happened for me in the span of a few hours: I finally got to put in the order for my CD's and also I woke up this morning and I completely lost my voice (ironic, isn't it?).
So, being the introspective person that I am, I've been asking God today what this is supposed to symbolize for me, not having a voice, that is...Because you see, I am really frustrated that I cannot talk, sing, communicate really at all without going into some serious vocal angst. The most frustrating thing is that I'm supposed to be helping lead a retreat for the next three days with 72 high schoolers. I was going to be helping with music, give a witness talk, be a group leader etc and now none of that is going to happen. And I feel this need to perform those tasks and be there for the kids, and yet even as I say that, I feel this little tug like when a little kid pulls on the edge of your shirt to get your attention...It's been happening for a while, really...I think it's God...and I think maybe he's saying (If I may interpret for God), "hey Krista, can you just be with me in the silence for a little bit? Just sit down and quit thinking about how desperately the world will miss you and how important this CD is and what you're supposed to do next and all the clutter you've got going on. This stuff doesn't matter. How about we just hang out and play trucks for a while?" So, I've never played trucks with God, but I say this because my 2 year old nephew always is telling me about his trucks and wanting me to play and I pass him by way too much, you know, like I do God. So, I think what God is calling me to this weekend is a vow of silence and service at the retreat. It's Lent after all and I've been "lenting" in a very haphazard way and it's catching up to me.
So, I'll keep things posted. Never knew I might learn something from a little laringitis.
You know, this was the day I was supposed to be born on way back in the year of 1978 and I kind of always wished that I was, but I was 2 days late, so I always think of this as my "quasi" birthday, plus, I am Irish, so it really works out quite nicely!
I'm starting this blog today, March 17th - Two profound things have happened for me in the span of a few hours: I finally got to put in the order for my CD's and also I woke up this morning and I completely lost my voice (ironic, isn't it?).
So, being the introspective person that I am, I've been asking God today what this is supposed to symbolize for me, not having a voice, that is...Because you see, I am really frustrated that I cannot talk, sing, communicate really at all without going into some serious vocal angst. The most frustrating thing is that I'm supposed to be helping lead a retreat for the next three days with 72 high schoolers. I was going to be helping with music, give a witness talk, be a group leader etc and now none of that is going to happen. And I feel this need to perform those tasks and be there for the kids, and yet even as I say that, I feel this little tug like when a little kid pulls on the edge of your shirt to get your attention...It's been happening for a while, really...I think it's God...and I think maybe he's saying (If I may interpret for God), "hey Krista, can you just be with me in the silence for a little bit? Just sit down and quit thinking about how desperately the world will miss you and how important this CD is and what you're supposed to do next and all the clutter you've got going on. This stuff doesn't matter. How about we just hang out and play trucks for a while?" So, I've never played trucks with God, but I say this because my 2 year old nephew always is telling me about his trucks and wanting me to play and I pass him by way too much, you know, like I do God. So, I think what God is calling me to this weekend is a vow of silence and service at the retreat. It's Lent after all and I've been "lenting" in a very haphazard way and it's catching up to me.
So, I'll keep things posted. Never knew I might learn something from a little laringitis.
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